They are mine

Sofia's eyes lit up as she saw Marco running towards her, calling out "Mommy Sofia!" I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as she hugged him tightly.

"Hey Samantha, it's been a while," Sofia said, glancing around the room.

Putting on a smile, I responded, "Yes, it has. How have you been?"

Sofia shrugged, "Same old, same old. But enough about me, how's my little man doing?" She turned her attention to Marco.

"I'm good, mom," Marco replied.

Despite my irritation at her possessive tone, I bit my tongue. Marco was my son, not hers. I didn't want to cause any tension in front of him, so I simply said, "He's doing great. He's growing up so fast."

Sofia's face lit up with joy, and she eagerly joined Marco on the couch. They immersed themselves in play, their laughter filling the room. It was evident that Marco cherished Sofia's presence, and a twinge of envy tugged at my heart. Despite being his mother, it seemed like Sofia held a special place in his heart, a bond that I yearned to sh